“I have no idea, Victor. The one who grabbed me had a weird ear, like those fighter ears. Never mind that, okay? You’re home. You can’t hide bodies and ride off into the sunset.”
A sinister laugh rides across his chiseled abs. Again, Victor has my ass brandished at his raging cock. His hand disappears beneath my thong, a rough caress at my clit. In my ear, he assures, “You belong to me. What belongs to me is sacred. Do you understand?”
The invitation in his voice, the aggression at the tips of his fingers, the entire friggen act has me drenching wet. “Ye-yes!”
“Louder.Confident.” Victor commands my salacious promise as he pinches my tiny pearl between his ruthless fingertips.
“Yes, Victor,” I declare.
“All right.” He snatches down my panties.
His heavy bare hand cuffs my ass. I see fireworks. “Vic!”
“Lux, you’ve already disobeyed me in your effort to analyze the situation. When I speak, you have faith that I’ve declared fact.”
An abusive cockhead lines up along my channel. Victor drives home in a single stroke, and I cry out in pleasure. A flood of lust pulses around his cock.
“You’ve made a madman out of me, Little One,” he hisses.
Irate, Victor grabs my hips, steadies his stance, and rapidly pounds against my ass. His cock is slick and powerful inside of my raining pussy. The brutal force of him punching my cervix propels me forward. I clasp the table’s edge, knuckles tingling from garnering purchase. My channel stretches to accommodate every inch of his massive cock. Agonizing pressure builds at my core.
“You. Are. Mine.” Victor punctuates every grunted word with a thrust and a thunderous declaration that I’m his.
Heart stuttering, my chest drapes over the tabletop. I can no longer hold myself up.
A warm volcanic eruption pulsates inside of me, sending tears to my eyes as the connection solidifies. Victor leans into me but realizes my body can’t even hold my own weight, let alone his muscular mass. He wraps an arm around me, his powerful abdomen anchoring him over me.
Eyes closed, my pulse flutters all over as Victor’s British accent envelops me. “I will never let you go, Little One. Not ever.” A soft, silky kiss accompanies each word.
20
Victor
I’ve put on bloody airs for the last three weeks. While Luxury’s gotten as far as how neither guy got the girl’s number at the diner, I encourage her to continue reading her mum’s diary. Curiosity caused her mum to spend her last dollar on a cardiologist conference that both men were speaking at. Although, I’ve read her mum’s journal in its entirety, I play up my curiosity, too, on the rare occasion she reads the blasted journal.
Within this time, we’ve traveled to London and attended various events and galas. She’s captured thousands of pictures. I’ve enjoyed that bright smile of hers along the way. In the back of my mind, I've dreaded two things. None more profound than the last. One, Imustvisit with the Queen while on our side of thepond. Two, addressing my home in Arlington.
Today, I’ll entertain the reigning monarch.
Seated in a barber chair located in the salon on the West Wing of Somerhaven Hall, I tell a fresh-faced Burt, “While I'm out today, keep an eye on Lux.”
Burt places the cool shaving cream on my jaw. “Please elaborate. After such a lengthy holiday, I require more detail. Do you mean for me to keep Miss Luxury safe from Princess Mary or Miss Madeline or . . .”
“Or whom?” I ask through gritted teeth as Burt holds up the razor. Its sharp pristine edge smooths over my skin. My butler givesthebloody look.
Nevertheless, we won’t mention my father. The next threat belongs to Overton. That old man has made quite a ruckus about losing his business.
“I dare Overton to glimpse what belongs to me. His current endeavors have already placed his life in jeopardy.”
“I am aware you are allowing Overton to tread stormy waters,” Burt begins, swiftly maneuvering the razor around my stubble. “But you’re aware that Silas has also returned, which can only compound the list of persons to keep Luxury safe from.”
I glare at Burt. He knows not to make such implications. I will murder my father where he stands if he comes near Luxury. The same goes for Overton. Father and enemy shall receive equal treatment.
“Well, it should be clear. My concern is Luxury.”
I almost tell Burt the Butler he missed his calling. He probably would’ve made a great father, but I’ve no proper example to compare the chap to.
“Yes, your concern is shielding her from my mum’s toxic mouth. I’ve reprimanded the princess for her antics. Oh, and I murdered one of the blasted duke’s guards.”